This is a time skip ( now she is 23 years old )
For me painting was an escape from the reality .
The stokes from brush was the only freedom I had . For me painting was like a poetry written silently not in words but with a vision.
For me poetry was the painting that speaks its own language.
Painting have its own luminous language.
I always wanted to be a painter since I was a child I wanted people to know my story not through words written but through the colours of freedom that I always craved.
Getting out of my thoughts I heard my phone ringing. I saw the name avi flashing through the screen. Instantly my mood became lighter with a smile I picked her call.
"Hellooo meri favourite person"she said.
(Translation: "Hello to my favorite person)
"Hello meri only favourite person kya haal chal."
(Translation:" Hello to my only favorite person, how are you?")
"Nothing yar boring life with boring people in my house . I misss you dude."
"Aww I miss you too "
"Hmm I know mein itni pyari hu mujhe koi kese nhi miss kar sakta."
( Translation: " I know, I'm soo cute how can someone not miss me")
"Haan aabh drama band kar aur jaldi kaam bata"
(Translation: " yeah whatever, stop with your drama and tell me what's your purpose to call me?")
"You are so mean!! But getting back to point mein aaj shopping karne jar hi hu and you are coming with me in 10 min mein koi excuse nhi sunu gi because your clothing style is amazing. "
(Translation: " I am going for shopping today and you're coming with me in 10 min. I'll not listen to your any excuses)
"Ok bass 10 min aa rhi hu okey ?"
(Translation: Ok, coming in 10 min.)
"Yessss I knew it ki meri cutness koi ignore nhi kar sakti "
( Translation: how can someone ignore my cuteness)
"Avn-"
"Okey okey byeee I'll see you soon ."
This dramatic girl Avni is my best friend she is the only person I can count on , she was the one who helped me when I was depressed after my mom died.
She can be annoyoing sometimes but I love her with all my heart.
After getting changed into my outfit I grapped my tote bag and my wallet and went down stairs quietly .
( Imagine whatever u want :)
I knew my father was home drunk, after he lost his job and started gambling all of my mothers savings , my nanu started sending me money , I had to hide it from my father so he can not spend all of it on alcohol , last year my nanu died I have some money saved up which can help me with my expenses and my set up for being painter for atleast 1 year but I am still grateful.
When I reached in my living room I had to scrunch my nose because how awful the smell was. There was alcohol bottles everywhere I tiptoed and carefully opened the main door and left my house to meet Avni.
I lived in the old part of delhi and I couldn't ask for any more , the inspiration I get for my paintings living here is perfect. Its crowded but it have its own peace.
After crossing the road I saw Avni standing , I made my way towards her and the moment she caught the glimplse of me she rushed to hug me so tightly that I couldn't breathe .
"Avni we met like two days ago why are you acting like ki haam janmo se nhi mile."
(Translation: we haven't met in ages)
"Haan exactly two freakin days ago can you imagine "
( Translation: yes)
I laughed and slightly pushed her.
We made our way towards the main shops.
I wanted to buy some jhumkas because its never enough to buy cute aesthetic jewlery.
"Ahhh I am so excited mene toa socha hua hai ki mein kya kya lene vali hun"
( Translation: I have already planned what all things I'll buy today)
Avni wanted to buy some kurtis so after searching and shopping for about an hour we finally went to buy jewlery
"Ahh now its my time to be excited."
"Inayah the way you buy so much jhumkas one day you can open a shop of them "
"Oh shut up my collection is too small right now."
After reaching the shop I started searching for the perfect piece
When I was trying the piece I liked while looking in the mirror I felt someones gaze on me.
when I turned I saw nobody but the same rushed crowd.
Its not the first time that I have felt like this its been years that whenever I am out I can feel someones gaze on me its soo intense that I might break if the person looked at me from close I know its creepy and all but its somehow feels good I feel safe like nothing can happen to me when that mystery person is looking at me .
Omg I am being soo delusional right now its probably all the books i read .
Its probably nothing.
I contined shopping and bought some jhumkas, Avni also bought a few for herself. When I turned I saw a black expensive looking car, it was weird because I don't know if anyone in this area can afford it .
"Inayah its getting late we should leave now"
"Haan lets go."
Forgetting everything I went back home . as soon as I opened the door I saw my nightmare standing there looking smug and at that moment I knew what was about to come for me.
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My father standing in front of me with a bottle of alcohol in his hand. I could see the smirk forming on his lips.
"Oh you are finally here". he said in a hoarse voice
"y-yes I went out with my friend"
" stop lying to me you slut I know at this hour what kind of people go out. My daughter cant act like this, you are just like your mother a whore and you are the reason of her death , you killed her !! ."
no no I didn't I didn't killed her I was chanting this in my mind again and again.
"you must be punished for this act "
he was coming towards me now with his slowly deadly steps my fear was increasing , I could finally smell the alcohol in his breath and uncautiously I scrunched my nose.
"Oh now you find me disgusting "
With that my so called father punched me across my cheek and my stomach . I started coughing and then I saw blood coming out of my mouth.
I groaned , this hurts.
"Oh are you hurt ?" He said in a mocking voice.
I was angry and tired and without thinking I said :
"No dear father this is totally normal. I normally spurt blood from my rib cage."
And there we go an another kick. I started coughing more blood . oh I can take this I just have to control my breathing its not even the half what he actually does to me when he is angry.
"Don't disrespect me ever again "
Respect is earned and he never earned that from me. Respect is something that cant be stolen or forced and I don't think so he will ever get my respect in this lifetime.
"Now be a good daughter and apologize from me unless you want another one of those kicks "
Oh I bet a kid can kick with more force than you.
"No". I said
"No?"
"I will not apoligize for something I haven't done and I will not apoligize to the person who called my mother absurd words which are not even true."
With that he started laughing and went inside his room.
I was surprised that he didn't said anything I slowly started getting up but then I saw him again but this time he was not alone.
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